As the assistant's words fell, a deathlike silence settled over the emergency room entrance.
Caleb's mind buzzed, going blank for several seconds.
The next moment, he shook his head violently, nails digging into his palms.
It was impossible for that to happen.
There was no way Avery could just die like that.
She'd had a hard life since childhood, surviving years on the streets.
How could she possibly die in a bullfight?
He turned and stumbled toward Sylvia's hospital room.
Sylvia was propped against the headboard, pale-faced, sipping warm water.
When she saw him burst in, she immediately set down her cup and looked up timidly.
"Caleb, what's wrong?"
Caleb grabbed her wrist, his voice trembling.
"The assistant said... said Avery stopped breathing and was taken away by men in bla
